She knew Craig caught that thought and tried to ignore his instant flare of anger. But then she walked to the desk, picked up a letter opener she’d seen there, and set it on the bedside table.
She heard Craig catch his breath.
You think you could get out of there alive if you stabbed him.
You have a better idea?
Wait for me to get there.
Praying that was possible, she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and used the toilet before climbing into bed.
Closing her eyes, she imagined Craig lying beside her.
Soon,he whispered in her mind, and she hoped it was going to work out the way they wanted.
She made a strangled sound when she felt his lips against hers.
Her eyes flew open, but the room was empty.
How did you do that?
In the darkness, she heard him chuckle.
It’s like moving books in the bookcase. Only more fun.As she heard his voice in her mind, she felt his invisible fingers strokingher hair and her arms. When he cupped his palms around her breasts, she made a startled exclamation.
What are you doing?
What we both want to do.
You shouldn’t.When she tried to sit up, he pressed his hand against her shoulder.Don’t run away from me.
But you’re making me hot. And what can I do about it?
He laughed again.I can do something about it. You’ve had a terrible day. Let me make it up to you.
It’s not your fault.
You begged me to take you with me. I wouldn’t listen.
She sucked in a sharp breath.But that might have gotten you killed. I think that blast at the cabin was meant for you.
Yeah. And the poor cop was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. But let’s not focus on that now.
As he spoke, he brushed his invisible lips against hers while he lifted and shaped her breasts. She closed her eyes, unable to pull away from the sensations. As she enjoyed his kisses and his touch, it was difficult to remember that he wasn’t there in the bed with her. When his thumbs and fingers closed around her nipples, she had to take her lower lip between her teeth to keep from crying out. That was all she needed—to bring someone charging down the hall. She didn’t allow herself to name who that might be.
She squirmed against the bottom sheet.
Stop.
You don’t like it?
You know I do.
Then let me give you pleasure.
But . . .
He stopped her protest with a long, passionate kiss as he tugged at one nipple while his other hand drifted down her body toward the juncture of her legs.
